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Monday, July 20, 2015

NEW RELEASE & MY REVIEW: Jesse (Damage Control 2) by Jo Raven

MY REVIEW:

Jessie by Jo Raven ♥♥♥♥

I am so in love with the Damage Boyz. The storylines are
fresh and the “damage” makes these men so lovable you just want to grab them up
for a cuddle. Jo Raven captures the soul
of her characters and makes them three dimensional so you feel like your friend
is telling you about their own day.

The women that end up loving these boys are strong and that
is another great thing that Jo Raven portrays with her engrossing and engaging
story-telling.

I plan to find a way to get all of Jo’s books that I can,
who needs food anyway… Right? Right.

I was gifted this book in exchange for an honest review.

Release Day Blitz
JESSE (Damage Control 2)

by Jo Raven

SYNOPSIS

Returning to Madison hurts. I thought I’d left
my past behind, but the past goes on living. I carry it inside of me, it’s a
piece of me. People have marked me in indelible ways and I drag the shreds of
my soul behind me, trying to put my pieces back together. I’m not the Amber I
used to be. I fly under the radar, try to be invisible.

It doesn't
always work. Drawing attention scares me. It always spells trouble. Returning
to my home town is a last ditch effort to lay my demons to rest and start anew,
for good this time.

Meeting
Jesse Lee wasn’t in the plan. Yet here he is with his heart-stopping, sexy
grin, handsome like a god, shining bright. He’s full of life, full of heat,
packing the energy of a thousand suns in his gaze and muscular body. Jesse
burns, and the pain of being near him is sweet.

But he’s
foiling my plans. It’s hard to remain a ghost when he’s around. Hard to avoid
his attention, to remain invisible. He sees me, really sees me, and behind his
bright radiance, I can see shadows from his own past crowding in. He’s swimming
hard to stay afloat even as he reaches for me.

What is he
afraid of? And how can he save me from drowning when he can’t even save
himself?

Standalone
novel. No cliffhanger.

*Warning: this book contains graphic language, sex, and violence. Mature
readers only. Not intended for young readers.*

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EXCERPT

“Embers?” He lifts a dark brow, and I try to unstick my
tongue from the roof of my mouth.

Kind of hard with all that muscled, male, inked flesh in
full display in front of me. He’s shirtless, and oh God, his nipples are
pierced. Silver hoops pass through the small brown nubs, gleaming. His bare
chest is sculpted and hard, from his pecs to the cut abs and the fine dark
trail of hairs leading into the waistband of his gray jogging pants.

Sweat glistens on his skin, on the colorful ink covering his
arm, the swirls and lines dipping from his left shoulder down to a defined pec.
A demon is tattooed there, stylized wings and a monstrous head, fading into the
purple and blue of other, older-looking tats. And then of course there’s the
cobra I noticed on his arm the other day.

Both his brows arch now, eyes wide, their green-blue irises
crystalline in the morning light. He glances down at his arm, then back at me.
“What?”

“What does the snake stand for?” I wave in his direction,
wondering if I should cut my losses, turn about and run away right frigging
now. Being antisocial is one thing – seeing it in action is another.

As I’m about to turn and run, one corner of his mouth curls
up.

“You’re funny,” he says, and it stops me in my tracks.

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are, trust me.” He grins. “How about we start again.
Good morning, Embers.”

If flames jump from my cheeks, it won’t surprise me.
“Morning.”

“Would you like to come inside?” he says, that sexy grin
lingering on his full lips. “There might be coffee.”

“No, thanks.” The need to flee is worse than ever, only I’m
caught in his spell and can’t move. He’s staring at me, giving me a lazy, slow
once-over, from the top of my head to my toes curling in my sandals.

“What, no pet name for me today?”

Oh God, what am I doing here? “Cut it out, Jesse. Don’t be
an ass.”

I expect a witty comeback, but instead something shutters
behind his bright eyes, and strangely, I feel guilt wash over me. He rubs a
hand over his face and slumps against the doorframe, muscles rolling in his
arms.

“This is who I am, Embers,” he drawls, closing his eyes.
“What you see is what you get. I told you that you’d get tired of me soon.”

But for the first time, I’m not so sure about that.

Author Bio and links

Jo Raven writes New Adult contemporary romance. She loves sexy bad boys and strong-willed heroines, and divides her time between writing and reading. When not cooking up plots, she putters in her cluttered kitchen and dreams of travelling.